Chester update: Hamming it up
Chester Rosenberg “should not” be flourishing. Chester Rosenberg “should not” be more energetic than a dozen Jimmy Fallons. Chester Rosenberg does not believe in should-ing on himself.
Chester Rosenberg “should not” be flourishing. Chester Rosenberg “should not” be more energetic than a dozen Jimmy Fallons. Chester Rosenberg does not believe in should-ing on himself.
Have you ever been delighted, only to be disappointed, only to be delighted more deeply than you could have dreamed in the first place? Knox feels ya.
Some things are exceedingly rare: Male calicos. Leonid meteor storms. Humble Kanye West tweets. Angela being permitted to name cats for Les Miserables characters.
Sometimes the cats are mirrors of our better angels. Sometimes, they’re funhouse mirrors of what we would or could be.
This time last year, many things were different. We didn’t know Bubbles. We didn’t know a thing about Hotline Bling.
Blimey, kittens; it’s another month in the books. Fortunately, this one came in like an Eponine and out like an Armand.
This is essentially a blog by, for and about cats. Which is why I’m here today to talk about terrorism.
Tabby’s Place is a cat sanctuary. It is our mission to rescue cats from hopeless situations. We care for them. We nurture them. We are providing a service for them. But let’s not kid ourselves about who’s really helping who.
We live in a world in which bad things still happen. You don’t need me to tell you this. You only need glance towards Brussels, or Suite FIV, or, sometimes, your own sad heart.
Trigger warning: Controversy ahead. OK, now that the fearful few have left the room… I do not believe in luck.